Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2007 00:03:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lora Rossini
Subject: Simone and Lora (lactation)
I had always admired her. This cute young Mom nursing her baby while
trying to keep up with the demands of university. Juggling lectures with
childcare, I don't know how she did it? I am not sure of my motives for
starting up a friendship, but hey, we soon kicked it off really well.
I was in my first year of a nursing degree at Latrobe University.
Simone was in her second year, but she had to pick up a few 1st year
subjects after having her child Annika late last year. We shared a few
classes together. I had taken a few years off study after finishing
school before going on to study. At 25, I did not really fit in with the
younger students. Whereas with Simone, 28 years old, we seemed to be at
the same level. Some of my friends had starting having kids, so much of
our conversation was around Uni as well as sleep routines, nappies and
feeding. I just loved spending time with her, not only for her friendship
but she was so beautiful. I was really envious, and secretly infatuated
by this slightly older, competent woman.
Four months on from having a child, it hardly showed! Her waist was
slender, she had quickly lost her baby fat from her hips. Simone's long
dark brown hair was either clasped behind in a ponytail, or hung sexily
down over her shoulders. As she was breastfeeding, Simone's breasts were
also firm and large. My God, was she gorgeous! I enjoyed being with her
as a friend, but I soon found myself becoming 'intrigued' as I watched
her feed Annika. As time went on and I found myself fantasising about
her, I realised that my intrigue was quickly turning into desire. I had
never had a sexual relationship with another woman before, but I found
the idea very compelling, especially with Simone as the object of my
dreams. I thought however, that this idea would never go anywhere, she
was married with a child. How crazy must I be to think she would be
interested in me?
We began hanging out together more. I assumed she just liked me, but I
knew what my motivations were. Being with Simone was such a turn-on, and
I found the sight of her feeding Annie to be very erotic. Quite often
after watching her, while casually trying to maintain a conversation, I
would find myself getting aroused. It was difficult not to squirm as I
felt sensations welling deep within my pussy. I would race home to bring
myself to orgasm, fantasising about feeding on her breasts while being
touched deeply by her fingers, or bringing her to orgasm with my tongue
on her clitoris, with milk draining from her nipples as she came under my
touch. I have never felt this way before, but did not think there was
anything wrong. I just let my fantasies run wild, and I sought out ways
to spend more time with Simone.
We ended up in tutorial groups together. I offered to do joint
assignments with her. We sat together in class. Many of our lunch times
were spent going over to the on-campus child-care centre where Simone
would feed Annika and spend time playing with her. We soon began shopping
and spending time on weekends. Her husband, Aaron did not seem to mind me
being around. I think he even liked it, as he would often gently flirt,
and sometimes I would catch him looking at me with a hunger in his eyes.
Oh well, if it gave me greater access to the object of my desire, so be
it! Simone on one occasion told me that their relationship had subtly
changed since Anninka had been born. He seemed more distant, often
spending more time away from home as a park ranger, or out playing golf
with his mates. Simone told me that she was really grateful for having me
around as a friend. Win-win-win, I thought.
I was single at the moment. Especially while I had all these new feelings
and desires wash over me, I was happy to stay that way. I had never had
troubles finding guys to be interested in me throughout college. I
suppose I am attactive, and at least that's what the guys say as they are
trying to pick me up. Friendships with guys always seemed to be hard for
they always seemed to become sexual after a while. I'm 5' 7" and about
140 lbs, with shoulder length red hair. My deep green eyes bely my Irish
heritage. I've always been sporty, going skiing in winter, and keeping
fit and trim by going to the gym.
I moved out of home into a small but stylish apartment about two years
ago. Not too far away from my twin sister, married and just moved into
her new house. I also spent time with her, it seemed important especially
as she was expecting her first child in 2 months. There is something very
close in the relationship between identical twins, but still I could not
tell Lydia about my feelings for Simone.
One day Simone asked me to come with her to a seminar on breastfeeding by
the Breastfeeding Association. Aaron was away that weekend, and given my
fantasies about her I needed no more encouragement. On the Saturday
morning we headed off to the community centre. Wow, it was like heaven
for me! In the room were about 15 women, most with young babies, some
about to give birth, all talking about the breast and milk. What is it
about this that I find SO sexual? Oh my, I could have fucked any of these
gorgeous women. As I sat there I dreamt of offering myself to any, or all
of these women to be totally used and abused sexually, just to be able to
feed from their breasts. Man, was I turned on! The seminar was about
latching on, feeding positions, how to bring on milk, nipple care. I just
sat there 'drinking' it all in.
Afterwards at her home I gave Simone such a huge hug.
"Thanks for asking me to come. Thanks for sharing this with me, you're
such a good friend", I said. Simone returned the hug, and held on to me.
Oh I could feel her tight breasts held against me. Her warmth made me
blush. I didn't want it to end.
"Thanks Lora" Simone replied as she pulled away, "You've come to mean so
much to me. You might have guessed, but things aren't going so well with
Aaron at the moment. I really need you to be around" She held on to my
hand. Her cheeks were red, and her breathing heavy. Should I kiss her, I
thought to myself? But then she pulled away, "Oops, looks like it's time
to feed again" She laughed as she nodded her head down to her breasts.
Wet patches had soaked through her bra, two darker patches of milk
surrounded her nipples. Were her nipples swollen, I thought? Is she
turned on? Simone turned away to lift Annika from the rug and sat down on
the couch and began to unbutton her blouse.
I sat next to her and watched her feed Annie, but boy was I turned on. I
wanted it to be me feeding from her. I kept crossing my legs, clenching
my pussy in sexual frustration. Man, I need some release! Simone sat
there on the couch, I moved next to her and held her hand. Simone closed
her eyes and gently began rocking as she fed, as if she were floating on
the sensations of the baby gurgling and rythmically sucking from her and
of the sensual closeness between a mother and a child. I just sat there
entranced by this beautiful sight, not daring to break this special
moment. I did not want to lose this touch even if she were just holding
my hand. I wanted to write this image deep in my heart. Fuck, was she
sexy!
Simone seemed to wake up then. Her eyes opened, and she pulled her hand
away from mine. She leant forward to pull Annika off. She was changing
sides. And for a while she just sat there. Her long swollen
nipple shining from the milk, standing free and proud. She looked up at
me and smiled. It was just inches away. Should I? And then the
opportunity had passed. Damn! Why didn't I make a move? She moved Annie
around and latched her onto the other side, before doing up the left side
of her maternity bra. We chatted and made small talk while she kept
feeding Annika. We talked a bit about Uni and an assignment we were
doing, but I felt embarrased and soon made an excuse to leave. I leant
over to kiss Simone lightly on the cheek before leaving. "Thanks Simone,
I'll see you on Monday". I made to leave and Simone reached out to touch
my arm, "Hey Lora, look ... yeah, I'll see you then".
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" I swore as I drove home. How lame are you? Why didn't
you try something? I kept on thinking. For the rest of the weekend I
could get her out of my mind. My frustration just kept building. I
reached for the phone a few times, but I never called.
When I lay in bed that night all I could do was think of her. I ran my
hands over my body, my breasts, my legs. I touched my cunt, my clitoris
and brought myself to orgasm again and again. I dreamt of being naked
with her, my mouth wrapped around her nipples, milk streaming down my
throat. I masturbated while dreaming of Simone lying on top of me, her
thigh grinding and pressing down onto my pussy causing me to come as I
drank her milk.
Well Monday came. I was so nervous about seeing Simone again. I felt like
a teenage girl about to go on a first date. I spent a long time choosing
what to wear. I wanted something subtly sexy. I knew I was thinking of
her, maybe if I dressed up a bit whe couldn't but help notice me too. I
wore my hair down and a just some light make-up. It was a warm day and I
wanted to show some leg. I wore a printed summer dress with a bra-top and
a light woolen cardigan on top. I slipped a pair of leather sandals on.
Before heading out I looked in the mirror. The dress was perfect, I
thought. The top of my dress showed some cleavage and wrapped firmly
around my waist. The bottom of the dress was loose allowing me to show my
legs by letting it slide up, or by crossing my legs. Underneath my hair,
there was plenty of skin showing on my back.
"Let's make all that work at the gym pay off", I thought as I headed out
the door.
"Wow" said Simone, "You look great". She stood there and looked at me for
quite some time before giving me a warm embrace. I was in no hurry to
pull away, and I wanted her to feel my body. Man, did I want her to
notice me. I also got many good comments from other class mates as we
headed in to the psych lecture. Today the lecture dragged on and on. We
were already 15 minutes over time, and as I looked over at Simone, I was
thinking that by the time we get out she will not have time to get over
to the childcare centre to feed Annika before the next lecture starts. As
if she was reading my mind Simone passed over a note with a pained look
on her face: "Damn this boring lecture, I'm running out of time. Annie
will be OK, but I am FULL!", it said.
I glanced down at her breasts and noticed that she was leaking. Well it
was in my mind; nothing ventured nothing gained, so I wrote back: "Oh
well, Maybe I can help? I've been to the feeding class. I know what to
do...". I passed it over with a wink.
As Simone read it, I noticed her cheeks going red. Oh no, she's
embarrased. Obviously I had gone too far. She held her head down for a
while, not looking back before scribbling down on the note something and
passing it back; "We need to talk! Follow me up to the changerooms, don't
say anything, just follow me in".
Needless to say the remaining minutes seemed to drag on. The lecturer
could have been talking in Latin for all I was listening. What was going
to happen? Have I offended her? Did she bite the apple? I kept on
glancing over at Simone. Today she wore a long sleeve pink skivvy top
that clung tightly to her waist and breasts. She had jeans on that
wrapped tightly around her cute bum, and open sandals. Man I could just
eat her alive!
Eventually people were packing up their notes and heading out the door.
Finally the lecture was over. Simone was ahead of me, she just walked
straight ahead. I scrambled to shove my books away, throwing my bag over
my shoulder as I rushed out the door. By the time I scrambled past some
people, I could see Simone heading up the stairs. The changeroom lay just
ahead. I saw her walk in and the door close behind her. My mind was
racing, "Oh well, here goes nothing" I thought as I put my hand on the
door and pushed to enter.
As soon as I got inside and turned around after locking the door, Simone
held me in the tightest embrace.
"I'm so ready for you, Lora. I want you so bad, and I want you to have
me, to feed from me", she said. With those special words we kissed,
passionately and deeply. Our tongues explored each other's lips, chins,
ears and necks. Our passion rising with each kiss. We held each other
close, hands running over each other. Our legs entwined, we pushed our
hips together and ground deeply into each other.
"Oh, Simone. I want you so much. I want you now", I whispered into her
ear with a hoarse voice dripping with desire. She pulled away from me.
Her hands dropped down to the hem of her top, and with her arms crossed,
she raised her arms removing her top.
She returned to my arms and whispered to me, "I Love you Simone, so much.
I need you too" And with that she smiled as her hand un-did her maternity
bra, cupping her breast and lifting it to me. I lowered my mouth to
gently kiss her nipple, opening my mouth to let my tongue explore and
taste her. And then I opened my mouth and took her large swollen nipple
into my mouth and began to slowly draw on her. I felt a slight shiver run
through Simone's body as milk began to run into my mouth. Drops of warm
sweet milk ran onto my tongue as I began to suck a little firmer. Drawing
her nipple deep into my mouth and sucking harder all the time, I felt her
begin to let down and milk flowed freely into my mouth. Stopping to
swallow every now and then, I kept on sucking gently. I could feel Simone
relax in my arms as well. Her hand caressed my head as I nursed, guiding
me in what I was doing.
"Lora. Oh, Lora", Simone hummed as I sucked from her. She sent streams of
milk into my throat. She slid down to sit on the change bench, directing
me down as she lowered herself. I lay across her lap and fed hungrily.
The milk was sweet and thin. I was in heaven. She kissed the top of my
head. I could feel her gently sobbing. I knew I didn't want to change
anything in case this magical moment would be broken. My face, neck and
cheek were wet with milk. This was the most delicious thing I had ever
tasted.
After what seemed like eternity, she pulled me away. In reality it must
have been about fifteen minutes. Her hands dropped behind her back as she
unclipped her bra and removed her top. She brought her hand up, with two
fingers forming a "V" shape around her nipple, again she pulled me to
her. This breast was full. It's nipple strained and as my lips touched
her I saw beads of milk forming around her areola. Again I started
sucking and swallowing. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. As I drank her
precious milk, I could feel Simone moving under my weight. Her other hand
dropped from my shoulders and she reached down her jeans. She began to
touch herself as she leant backwards against the wall. I kept on sucking
firmly and deeply as I felt her breathing getting shorter and more
intense. We both began groaning with pleasure, and soon I felt Simone
rock with spasms as she came under me.
"Ooh, Ooh, Ooh fuck" she cried as I felt her sexual release come in a
wave of orgasm. As she came, I felt a thick spurt of milk rush to the
back of my throat. She reached around me and held me tightly to her. We
held each other like that as I felt her milk supply begin to dry up.
"Oh, my sweet Lora", said Simone. "Thank you so much, you are so
beautiful". She looked into my eyes. "Look, why don't we clear out of
here during the next lecture. We can go to your place. It's close by. I
think we need to spend a bit more time exploring what we have just
discovered", she said with a cheeky grin. "Yes Honey, let's go", I said.
"We can be back here at the end of the day to pick up Annie from the
centre".
With that, Simone put her bra and top back on. She gave me the biggest
hug and kiss. "Have you ever seen that movie", Simone asked, "where the
closing line is 'I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful
relationship'"?
"No", I replied. "But let's go home and you can tell me all about it".
The End.
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